My body, my pasal by Shanon Shah
Taken from The Sun 'Freespace' Column
I have put on some weight in the last couple of years. Significantly enough for several people to either (a) sigh with exaggerated relief when they find out that I still jog and go to the gym, or (b) tell me to my face that I'm overweight and hence unattractive. More
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The new misogyny by Shanon Shah
Taken from The Sun 'Freespace' Column
Once, when I was a teenager, I had to entertain a phone call from a complete stranger. He asked to speak to my mother's genitalia, which he referred to in extremely crude Malay. Genuinely unable to make out what he had said, I asked, "Who?" He seemed unbalanced by my response, but repeated his question. Slightly embarrassed by the fact that I still could not make out what he was saying, I repeated my question, "Who?" This went back and forth a few times. In the end I feebly said, "I'm sorry, there's no one here by that name." I don't know what it was, but precisely as I finished my sentence, my brain finally processed what the obscene prank caller was saying. But the only response I could muster was, "Hoi! Kurang ajar!" Then he hung up. More
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